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Storm Mountains, Papal Palace.

"Boom ......"

Yang Fan devoured the sky and devoured the earth~ The law was running to the limit, frantically devouring the sea of magic power of the Storm Pope.

This Storm Pope is also one of the strongest in the Magic Continent, it can be said that he is second only to the nine gods, with his background, if he is prepared, even if he encounters other gods and spirits, he may not have a trace of resistance, and as long as it is a moment, he can get in touch with the God of Storm and summon the God of Storm to descend.

It's a pity that he could never have imagined that there would be such a monster as Yang Fan, who not only reached the level of a god domain mage in strength, but also could perfectly disguise himself as his henchmen, whether it was soul breath or appearance, there was no flaw in the slightest.

A generation of temple popes, dignified ~ Holy Spirit mages, are in prison like that.

……

Time passed year by year, and soon, three years passed.

"Poof......

The last trace of the Storm Pope's Origin Magic was devoured by Yang Fan, and his whole person was completely turned into ashes.

……

Half an hour later.

"Hoo ......"

Yang Fan exhaled a breath of turbidity, and slowly opened his eyes, a ~ Holy Spirit Mage, still a little worse, just let his cultivation improve a little again, and there is still a distance from breaking through the Divine Domain Mage.

Next Second......

"Buzz ......"

Yang Fan's face distorted for a while, and he directly turned into the appearance of the Storm Pope.

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See His Holiness the Pope. “

As soon as Yang Fan came out of the Pope's Palace, there were immediately four Yuehua Mages kneeling down and saluting him, this is the guard of the Pope's Palace, I have to say, the Storm Pope is the Storm Pope, the B level is so high, far beyond what people can imagine, Yuehua Mage, that is already the strongest in the kingdom, but in front of it, it is just a gatekeeper.

"Well, get up. ”

He has not been out of the papal palace for three years, and has not aroused the suspicion of others.

In the past, a Holy Spirit mage like the Pope of Stormstorm used to retreat once, not to say three years, but thirty years, three hundred years, that was a common thing.

Moreover, they also did not believe that there would be anyone on the Magic Continent who would be able to disadvantage their Pope crown in the Storm Mountain Range.

Even the three gods of destruction, darkness, and death could not have suppressed their papal crown silently.

In the past three years, the situation has been relatively peaceful, and there has been basically no major war, and I don't know if this is the calm before the storm, or the end of this fourth divine war.

……

An hour later.

Temple of the Tempest, Treasury of the Tempest.

The Storm Scepter in Yang Fan's hand, which represented the supreme power of the Storm Pope, was raised, and a mysterious ripple rippled out from the Storm Scepter.

The next moment......

"Click...... Click...... Click......"

The door of the treasure house slowly opened.

Soon, a large space with an area of no less than a million miles appeared in front of Yang Fan.

Inside, there are a large number of treasures of heaven and earth, one by one, high-grade magic crystals, piled up into thousands of mountains, even the best magic crystals, are piled up into several hundred-meter hills, rich resources, compared to Yang Fan's southern and northern wars in recent years, crazy plunder, more than 100 times, more than 1,000 times.

It is not a matter of the same grade at all, it is worthy of being one of the nine supreme forces of the Magic Continent, and it is far from being comparable to those kingdoms and principalities.

But now all of this is cheap, and with these resources, Yang Fan seems to have seen the Divine Domain mage beckoning to him.

……

"Buzz~~~Buzz~~~~Buzz~~~"

Invisible powers spread out, and the magic crystal mountains disappeared quickly, and in the end, the entire treasure house was only left with a few so-called artifacts.

Yang Fan was not afraid that someone would find out that he had taken most of the resources in the treasure house, without the Storm Pope's decree and the Storm Scepter in the hands of the Storm Pope, it was impossible for anyone to enter the treasure house.

The heavy magic prohibitions around him are not decorations, if you want to forcibly enter the treasure house, even if you are a ~ Holy Spirit Mage, you have to run into a bloody flow.

And in the Storm Temple, in addition to the Storm Pope, the upper ~ Holy Spirit Mage, the strongest is the middle Holy Spirit Mage.

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Storm Mountain, Papal Palace.

Soon, Yang Fan retreated again.

"Puff~~~Puff~~~Puff~~~Puff~~~"

A pile of high-grade magic crystals quickly collapsed into slag, turning into a torrent of pure magic power, pouring ~ into Yang Fan's sea of knowledge, injecting into the sea of magic power, making the vast sea of magic power, at a speed visible to the flesh ~ the eye, swelling ~ expanding and expanding around.

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A year later.

All the top-grade magic crystals were devoured by Yang Fan, and his cultivation was almost raised to the limit of the Holy Spirit Mage, and he was already clearly touched~ When he reached the diaphragm of the Divine Domain Mage, it seemed that as long as he stabbed it so lightly, he could successfully advance to the Divine Domain Mage.

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Ten years later.

"Boom~~~Boom~~~Boom~~~"

Yang Fan had less than half of the best magic crystal in his hand, and the momentum around him began to skyrocket wildly, rising steadily.

The terrifying aura seems to be about to crush everything, at this moment, if someone enters the Pope's Palace, the ordinary lower Holy Spirit Mage is afraid that he will be crushed to the ground in an instant, unable to move, and under the Holy Spirit Mage, as much as he enters, he will die as much as he wants.

"Sneer~~~Sne~~~Sneer~~~"

In all directions, the space of the big ~ large ~ piece of space began to crack.

Yang Fan finally pierced through the last layer of the diaphragm and began to promote to the rank of Divine Mage.

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Soon, half a year passed.

"Buzz~~~Buzz~~~~Buzz~~~"

Yang Fan's soaring breath gradually flattened.

……

Another week passed.

"Boom ......"

Yang Fan slowly opened his eyes, the terrifying coercion, quickly restrained, and in a moment, it just revealed the cultivation of the Storm Pope~ Holy Spirit Mage.

Now is not the time to be exposed, in the wizarding world, there are only so many resources, and there are enough of the nine gods.

They don't want a new god to compete with them for resources and for faith.

I'm afraid that even the god of the storm may not be willing to see the Storm Pope on an equal footing.

Once exposed, it is impossible to say, what awaits him is the siege of the nine gods.

Breaking each one and making a fortune in a muffled voice is the king.

……

Now that the magic cultivation has also advanced to the realm of the Divine Domain Mage, although it is only the weakest lower Divine Domain mage, but with the Universe Treasure, the Vulcan Scepter, the power that this seat can burst out is by no means inferior to some upper ~ Divine Domain mages, plus the peerless divine body, even against the top Divine Domain mage, it is not without the power of a battle.

And this seat is now the Storm Pope, and the Storm God will definitely not have too much defense, and if he has a plan or not, this matter is promising.

That's it, take the god of the storm first.

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